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“Proceed,” came her dispassionate voice from behind me.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to imagine I was alone in my tiny apartment. My hand moved between my legs, fingers finding the familiar bundle of nerves that had given me private pleasure on lonely nights. To my horror, I was already very wet—whether from the invasive examination or the strange, unwanted arousal triggered by this humiliating situation, I couldn’t be sure.
I began to move my hips in a slow, rhythmic motion against my hand, the way I always did when I was alone. My breath came faster as my body responded despite my embarrassment. I could feel the heat radiating from my face, my neck, my chest—burning shame mingling with unwanted arousal.
“The sensor is registering strong response patterns,” Nurse Georges commented, her clinical tone somehow making this even more mortifying. “Your submissive tendencies are quite pronounced.”
I bit my lip to keep from making any sound, focusing on the movement of my fingers, trying desperately to forget where I was and who was watching. The familiar tension began to build deep inside me, my body betraying my mind’s distress.
“Touch your rectum as well,” came Nurse Georges’ instruction, cutting through my concentration.
My eyes flew open, though I still couldn’t see her from my position. “W-what?” I stammered.
“Your anus,” she clarified unnecessarily. “Many associates find anal stimulation enhances their arousal. Touch your rectum while you continue.”
“I’ve never…” I trailed off, mortification stealing my words. The sensations and thoughts the nurse’s speculum had already evoked in that tiny, forbidden hole heightened my reluctance even further.
“That’s precisely why you need to try,” Nurse Georges replied in that maddeningly even voice. “Your potential sponsors will expect you to be responsive to all forms of stimulation.”
My breath caught in my throat. I hesitated, my fingers still moving between my legs, my body betraying me with its arousal even amidst my humiliation.
“Now, please,” she added, her tone making it clear this wasn’t a request.
With my burning cheek pressed against the crinkly exam table paper, I slowly moved my other hand behind me. I felt exposed in a way I never had before—my most intimate parts on display as I reached back, my fingers trembling as they approached that forbidden place.
The tip of my middle finger touched the tight ring of muscle, and I gasped at the unexpected jolt of sensation that shot through me. It felt… wrong. Taboo. And yet, to my absolute horror, intensely arousing.
“Press gently,” Nurse Georges instructed. “Just the tip of your finger.”
I obeyed, applying slight pressure against my opening. It felt completely different from the touch of the nurse’s hands, let alone the speculum. The sensation was electric—a sharp, forbidden pleasure that made my hips buck involuntarily against my other hand.
“That’s it,” the nurse murmured, her voice making the scene all the more mortifying. “The sensor is registering significant arousal response.”
I whimpered softly as I continued to touch myself, one hand working between my legs while the other pressed experimentally against my rear entrance. The dual stimulation felt overwhelming, building a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
“Push your fingertip inside,” came the next instruction.
I hesitated only briefly before complying, gently pressing until the tip of my finger slipped past the tight ring. The intrusion felt strange, forbidden—and undeniably exciting. My body responded with a rush of wetness between my legs that made me moan despite myself.
“Imagine your sponsor’s penis there,” Nurse Georges said. “Thick and demanding, stretching you open. You have a very attractive bottom, Audrey. He will have sex with you there as soon as he can, I imagine.”
CHAPTER 4
Pierre
The news about the threat to the Parisian power grid—thankfully foiled, it appeared—had absorbed me all morning. I’d been deep in conference calls with energy ministers and security officials, using the clout granted by my heavy investment in Selecta’s European expansion to good effect.
The megacorp, for its own part, seemed to have decided to wield its considerable influence to ensure stability and continuity. Energy represented one of their core businesses, after all, and disruptions were bad for profits. I had taken some heat from my peers, after placing such a large bet on the American company’s foray into France, but this averted crisis seemed to have proven me correct.
I was reviewing the preliminary cybersecurity report concerning the virus that had almost taken down the grid when my Selecta Arrangements app, of all things, pinged with an alert. Usually, I ignored these during business hours—the constant notifications about potential matches could wait until evening—but in what Isupposed was a slightly Pavlovian way, I always felt my cock stir a little at the distinctive chime the SA app employed.
This time, my manhood practically jumped along my thigh. Something about the intellectual arousal I’d felt with regard to the idea that Paris had almost been brought to her knees by a cyberattack seemed to have primed me for excitement in a more pleasurable direction. The security report could wait; I glanced at the screen.
First Intimacy Qualification Examination in Progress. Subject: Audrey Campbell.
My finger hovered over the notification. First Intimacy candidates were rare enough to warrant attention, especially ones who had passed the initial screening algorithms. The app included a live feed option for examinations—a feature I rarely utilized, finding most medical procedures rather tedious.
But something about the name triggered my curiosity. Audrey Campbell. American, by the sound of it. I tapped the notification, and my screen filled with the live feed from one of Selecta’s medical examination rooms.
